How I wish that I was a great composer, or had a voice that could sing my heart without cracking on notes or falling from the strong emotions I would try to convey. If I was an artist or a poet, maybe I could somehow touch others souls that they could know of my sincerity. What I’m talking about here is the depth of life; those powerful meanings that need to be felt to be understood and not just simply explained. It takes far more than two-dimensional letters strung into words and lined into prose to express this depth, and yet nonetheless I’ll try. It is about connecting to a new and broader dimension of reality . . . a higher dimension and a dimension that largely lays dormant within most of us already. But, so long as so many continue to just skim the surface of understanding who and what we are, and why we are here, we will forever find ourselves stumbling over the same stones that have held humanity down from reaching its potential throughout history . . . a potential that should have otherwise long been achieved.
We have had untold thousands of years to practice; let us give all we can to finally make now the time of achievement. Make now the time when truth can be wholly faced . . . be pursued within our minds and hearts, without fear, to at long last discover the greatness within. It is, in many ways, just a decision away once we allow ourselves to see beyond the surface and into the essence of what really exists.
The complexities of communication, I believe, are an important piece of the ‘grand puzzle’ for us to figure out. I think that, in part, this new and higher dimension is about a new and higher communication . . . a communication that imparts more than intellectual concepts alone. It should also transfer feeling. By the word ‘feeling’ here, I do not refer to a simple signifier of mood, rather as hosts of greater meaning. It is like the example of trying to describe a color. No intellectualism or facts can truly capture the appearance, and more so the qualities, of say, blue. The best it can do is to serve only as a representation. To fully comprehend there must first be a connection that is indescribable, yet is actually the medium of description itself. Exchanging this advanced communication with others is where the tricky task is, and is as well my ongoing attempt.
The miracles of our daily lives can shine brighter than any light, and the pervasive evils and ignorance in our world can be known for what they truly are . . . an absurdity, an insanity . . . a weak and foolish thing disguised in mass that makes it appear as much more than it is. And, more importantly, you can discover that our challenges can be overcome. So much the mincing of a grand entirety, it can be awakened to a reformation . . . an awareness that the key is in our reclamation of the inherent power of our individuality in concert with the bond to true divinity. We are multidimensional beings, and so must come aware of it. The depths of who we are, why we are here, and what we shall have ourselves become is not to be feared or shelved in an attitude of apathy. Joy can be partnered with on-going achievement . . . achievement being the richness of our spirits and the broadening of our mental horizons.
Break the locks of fear, ego, and automated reactions that contain reality for us in a house without windows. The comforts of old paradigms need reevaluation that their pains may be removed. The cleansing of thought and honesty can, in union with sincere feeling of love, bond you to a greater communication that narrates to you a human experience that lives far deeper than the surface of any appearances.
Dan Thomas is the author of the book Inner-Tech.
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control every aspect that it can by having us place in it our trust, our labors, our enjoyment, and even our well-beings. It seems to have become integral, even essential to the very function of our lifetimes.
Time is an illusion in the sense that it depends on a perception. Patience is in many ways the translator through which we experience it. A moment can seem to last forever and yet a year can pass in a blink. The past, the future, the present . . . all moving and shaping to the form of our perspective, coexist like the many channels of a radio. Whichever station our metaphorical dial is turned to is what we call reality. And yet, with so many stations out there, are we really just limited to the one? Life being such a complex and fleeting thing as it is, are we really expected to figure it out in a single try? What I’m talking about here is the sentient relationship to time and its purpose within reality.